Maya Khan. Who doesn't know her, specially after the spotting-couples-in-a-park-and-asking-about-their-marital-status incident. For more than a month (till the next video gets aired), everyone was blaming her, condemning her for her actions, ordering her for an apology and uncovering her secrets to show her how much it hurts when the same happens to you.

Today Maya Khan appeared in an exclusive interview with Kamran Shahid in Front Line.

Looking at one side of the coin and the argument seems very plausible - no-one has the right to invade anyone's privacy. Valid reason. Maya fired. Argument closed!

View the other side of the coin and kaboom! It was all fake! Nobody was at stake. Actors confessed. Maya apologized. Broken glass fixed!

But well... Does your mind accept this change of affairs? Eyebrows were raised then and eyebrows are raised again. But why did it take more than a month for Maya to come up with the stark evidences. Were the facts being cooked in the meantime?

I have been a regular viewer of morning shows, but I don't have a calculator to evaluate how many people appreciated this of her initiative. What's apparent is the heavy frustration and desperate annoyance of millions of people, who not only vented their feelings out by passing indecent remarks and making fun of Maya Khan, but also attacking her character and unveiling a set of her personal photographs.

I am not here to accuse one person and save the other. But aren't we all acting the same - spreading the same jahalat (ignorance and idiocy are mild words here) - pointing the flaws of others while presenting ourselves sensible and prudent. Please. For once, we must learn to first improve ourselves and then think about improving others. This is, indeed, a very unattractive and unappealing thing to do, but maybe that's the need of the hour to make things better in our society.

Exploring sensitive social issues require a lot of care, caution and responsibility. One does not merely step out and fulfill their mission on a one-sided, prejudiced basis. If Maya's cause was genuine and sincere, and her evidences were really accurate, then why "Reenactment" was not written when the episode was being aired! Shall we wait for another video where these facts would be verified? But who knows, that might be another round of dirty accusation on one another, for we are living among legit liars!

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Wow. What a combination, isn't it? ;)

Alhamdolillah at whatever is written in my fate now :p Life's certainly going to change in a better way In'sha'Allah, for I'd now have one special person to annoy for the rest of my life :D

30.12.2011. Chapter changed!

Prayers needed. A lot of them :) Thank you.

PS: I forgot how do I sign when I was asked to sign the papers yesterday, although in the past few days I had practised a lot! :$ Plus, my voice choked inside my throat when I was about to say "Qubool hai" for the first time! Sari mehnat aik taraf ho gai!

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بلّو کی منگنی ھونے والی ھے۔ میں نے چھیڑا کہ بلّو کا منگیتر پبلشر ھے ، اس لیے انگوٹھی پر "جملہ حقوق محفوظ ھیں" ضرور لکھوائیں

حمّو تو تمھیں یاد ھو گی۔ اس کی شادی پر ھم سب لوگ گئے تھے۔ سنا ھے کہ لڑکے نے اعتراض کیا کہ نہ تو رسوم ادا کی جائیں اور نہ باجا گاجا ھو۔ خاموشی سے سب کچھ ھو جائے۔ توبہ کیسا ھونق لڑکا ھوگا۔ شادی ھو رھی ھے یا کوئی چوری کر رھے ھیں۔ ولایت سے ابھی ابھی آیا ھے، اس لیے دماغ درست نھیں ھے۔ لیکن کون سنتا ھے۔ رسمیں ساری ھوئیں - مانجھے بٹھانا، کنگنا باندھا، مہندی لگانا، مسالہ پسوانا، پانی بھروانا۔ تمھیں خوشی ھو گی کہ مہر تین لاکھ مقرر ھوا ھے اور ڈیڑھ ھزار روپے جیب خرچ لکھا گیا ھے۔ حمّو کتنی خوش نصیب ھے۔ باقی کی رسمیں بھی ادا کی گئیں۔ چوتھی کھیلنا، دلھن کی جوتی دولھا کے کندھے پر لگانا، آرسی مصحف کرنا، دولھا کے سر پر بہنوں کا آنچل ڈالنا، دولھا کو زعفران کے بہانے مرچیں کھلا دینا، دولھا کے جوتے چرا لینا، پھر دولھا کو الٹی چارپائی سے گرا دینا، اس کی شیروانی پلنگ سے سی دینا، میراثنوں کا بیھودہ گانے گانا، بڑا لطف رھا۔ دولھا بھی ایک چغد نکلا۔ جنم نہ دیکھا بوریا سپنے آئی کھاٹ۔ سنا ھے کہ نکاح کے فوراً بعد کہیں فرار ھو گیا۔ بڑی مشکلوں سے ڈھونڈ کر لائے۔ پتہ نہیں اّج کل کے لڑکے کیسے ھو گئے ھیں۔ یھی رسومات تو قوموں کے زندہ رھنے کی نشانیاں ھیں۔ دولھا نے مہر میں بھی مین میخ نکالی کہ بیس ھزار کا جو جھیز لڑکی کو دے رھے ھیں یہ اپنے پاس رکھئے اور تین لاکھ کی رقم کم کر کے مہر کو اور کچھ نہیں تو دو لاکھ اسّی ھزار ھی کر دیجیے۔ لاحول ولا قوۃ


شفیق الرحمٰن کی "مزید حماقتیں" سے اقتباس ___

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Yayyyyy!!! My bloggie is 8 years old now :D

*feels overwhelmed*

*wipes those tears of happiness*

*gulps*

Readers and Readresses, I really can't imagine I've been sitting on this space for more than 8 years now!! EIGHT OLDIE YEARS!! Yep, the anniversary was on Nov 30th, but this rusty Dinky Mind forgot to celebrate it on that day, so it's been 8 years and ... *counts on fingers* ... 3 days now! :D 

*hyperventilates*

Oh God, I still can't forget the day when I started this blog. Famma, all the credit goes to you for introducing me to the world of Blogistan. I can never thank you enough :') My enthusiasm might have reduced a tad bit, but it will always be there!!!

Concluding my speech, I'd like to state that in a few days, when hopefully I'd be free, I'd adorn this blog with a new template and some better features and add-ons, so my readers could enjoy their time here :)

I hope these 8 years extend to ∞ years ;) 

*wipes another tear of joy*

You may now clap ;)

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I've got my Convocation ceremony in 12 hours now. I was talking to a 6th grader earlier today and was telling him about my Convocation and university life.

Me: Tomorrow will be my Convocation ceremony. I'm so happy :)
Him: Oh yeah, you told me yesterday you'd be wearing a black frock!
Me: Huh? FROCK? No!! I said I'd be wearing a black gown and a black cap ... and, yes, a blue sash too.
Him: So it's like a farewell party?
Me: No, not exactly a party, but farewell, yes! It's actually something less than a party and more of a... an emotional day.
Him: Ah, so you're going to a funeral!

*facepalm*

That's the advantage of being a kid. Free imagination and you can drag it into any direction you want, and no one would even argue!

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I've quit eating cream cheese
I've quit licking chocolate-hazelnut spread
I've reduced my meals to 1.5 a day, rather than full 3
I've cut down my oil intake
I've stopped having fizzy drinks
I'm on those grape fruits, bananas, cucumbers, yogurt and all those fresh things that are bound to help me out in this crucial time
I've also started workouts
Like skipping rope
And stupid walk
And what do you call that lame exercise that my sis told me about...

AND STILL

That stupid, lame, idiotic, nonsensical, and ultra crappy weighing machine showed my weight as 2 Kgs plus the previous one!!!! Like HOW!!! That's a total scare!!! I'm dead sure I'm inhaling some pretty dense air!

And to make things worse, one day my sis commented "Oh dang! Look at these fat-laden arms of yours!!! Kia thoonsing these days?"

And my fiancé said, "What are you hiding in your inflated cheeks?" when there was just nothing!!! :( *sobs sobs*

Enough with this diet drama! I don't know what got into me and I started acting all foolish! I'm officially putting an end to this diet fever and will resume with my regular, 'balanced', breakfast from tomorrow, i.e., a plate full of ultra greasy, chaat-masala laden french fries, complimented with a rich garlic dip and a big mug of highly lemony green tea!

I'm also going to have my junk food whenever I'd want. And I'd also have a spoonful (or two) of chocolate spread whenever I'd be tensed, tired, or just in the mood of having it.

Most of all, I'm crossing out the word "weighing machine" from my dictionary.

Diet - End, Finish, Fin, Finito, Nishta, Khallas!!!

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Uh, so today was the last day of my 12-week traineeship at L&F. And what an amazing experience it was. 12 weeks passed in the flick of an eye. Today it was a very fun-packed, yet gloomy day for me. So while I sniff my nose and quietly weep behind the couch, why don't you guys check my desk pictures. I wish I could post those memorable pictures of ours as well, but, umm, I might upload them on facebook. Might.

Left-to-right view of my desk. See that paper pen-holder? I proudly made it and happily gave it away to N :)

I'm so going to miss all those post-it notes that always helped my Dinky Mind to stay active. And my Aussie kangaroo placed right in front of me too :') Oh, and see those capsules in a slender bottle? Only 3 people know what it actually had! Haha :D

This was my favorite side of soft-board :) I had my tiny 2-paged phone directory, my favorite quotes that always motivated me and my huge "IBA Class of 2011" mug. Coffee tasted much more heavenly in it :)

This was the rear side of my desk. And I made a smile there. Know why? That's cuz whenever I used to turn around to look at my supervisor, he would, sort of, glare at me sometimes and this smile helped a lot in balancing my mood out! Thank you, dear smiley :)

 And that's while packing all things up and leaving in a while :( Notice that post-it note having etc written on it? Well, that's end of thinking capacity! So apt!

Thanks a million L&F for making my stay so memorable. And thanks a million & one USAID for placing me there!

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So here I come again with another of my workplace stories.

For the first few days of joining office I didn't know what my phone extension was. So, on the third day, when Dinky Mind finally started working, I dialled zero, and asked the receptionist what my extension was. 180. Wrote this on a Post-it note and pasted it on my phone set so if anyone asks I could tell them without putting my tiny brain through recall-trauma. I also made a one-page post-it extension directory and pinned it on my soft board above the phone (sadly, we don't have glass panels to stick post-it notes on).

So, the real story began 4 days ago when my phone rang and I picked it up:

Me: "Hello!"

Caller: *pause* "Umm... okay, sorry!"

and the line goes dead.

Next day:

Me: "Hello!"

Caller: *baffled* "Uh... oh!"

and the line goes dead.

Another day:

Me: "Hello!"

Caller: *silence*

and the line goes dead.

On the other day:

Me: "Hello!"

Caller: *pause* "Umm... is this Mr. XYZ?"

Before I could even think of a reply, he'd hang up, realizing what a silly question he asked!

And a second later, I would hear the same voice yelling, "Mr. XYZ, isn't your extension 180?"

And a distant voice would respond, "Nah, 181!"

Grrrr... Hello! Make a directory!!! Or borrow one from someone and get it copied! And also pin it up on your board! It's so annoying. The desk I'm using was not occupied by anyone for the past few months. And so was the phone. And so 180! I sometimes wish to have a Caller ID on my phone. :( I hope I don't get such "accidental" calls again :/

Cheerio folks!

PS: Do I really sound like a Mr.? :(

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